Lin: I'm terribly sorry that this story, obviously, has had a dark end to it. More so I have not had the right writing style that has to suite this story, I suppose, as for many of my faithful readers have became terribly confused on the matter of not only where this is going but what is acutely happening in the story. So, as promised, I shall redo this. Again, sorry if this is a terrible story to you, you cant say I didn't try, but this is, sadly, the redo of it. Good luck in reading, and give me some peace of advice on how to make it better.
Prolog NO. 1 SIRIUS TROUBLE
"May it be a evening star shine's down upon you,
may it be when darkness falls your heart will be true. . ."
Lilly's beautiful voice floated about the house on a fine summers day drifting out the open pain glass window which a breeze blew in, making the lime green curtains ripple upwards. James, who had been polishing his believed sword and shield, was in a daze at the light voice drifting about his long pointed ear's. He sighed. Elves. They had the most lovely of voice's, and Lilly had quite a lot of elf blood in her.
James himself liked to sing, sure, but he was not as good as an Elf.
He looked down to the small figure in the redhead's arms, as she rocked back in forth in the new rocking chair James had got her. Small black strands peaked out at the top and large emerald eyes starred at the world in curiosity. The young child turned his head, a small river of red mixed into the black of his hair like a moving high light, and he giggled when meeting his father's dazed eyes.
Lilly stopped singing and smiled. Then she continued with her beautiful song, it's lyrics moving their harts:
Mornie utúli...ë, believe and you will find your way. . Mornie alanti..ë, a promise lives within you now
She stopped as a knock came to the door. Three hard rap's, as if done by a stick. They looked to each other in worry, that was not the right. They had told everybody who knew of where they lived, who happened to be trust worthy, to knock in a short rhythm. That was six knock, not four. Tensing Lilly held the young child close while James went to the door, his sword held tightly in one hand, shield in the other.
"W. . who's their!?"he questioned.
"A very old company of friends!"shouted a old, yet not at the least frail, voice from the other side of the door, slightly muffled by the thick wood. Suddenly the tense atmosphere left and , after putting his sword in it's sheathe by his side and his shield on the table , James gave a boyish grin as he opened the door.
"GANDALF!" he shouted happily, and like a child, he threw himself upon the old wizard jumping up and down before stepping back. Mostly because of his beloved wife's clearing of the throughout. She game him one of those Grow- Up-James look's before turning back to the small group.
"Ahhh, hello dear Cousin,"She said to the dark haired and eyed half elf. Elrond had been smiling, young Ellrohir hiding behind his leg, while his twin, Elladan, was bravely standing in clear sights beside his father. . .while holding his hand rather tightly.
Ellroih though, poked his head out form behind Elrond when he herd the faint wine of a baby - Ellroih loved younger children but never got to meet many as their wasn't very many young one's in Rivendell. Besides them, their were not any children at all.
"Is that a baby?"he questioned shyly to his father. Elrond looked down, and the party seemed to finely notice the small child in Lilly's arms. They hadn't seen Lilly for a couple year's now, so this child was a surprise.
"Lilly,"laughed Elrond," congratulations. I take it is you're child?"
Lilly nodded and uncovered the dark locks. The most brilliant green eyes starred at them as the child reached a hand out to Elrohir who, out of pure curiosity, stepped closer and let the child grab at him, though he knew she couldn't reach for her slightly chubby arms were too small.
"We do have several more kid's,"spoke up James in amusement,"The twin's are asleep their age three, and the other two-that one's brother's- are part of the triplets. She's the third."
"Yes it seems my first two were twin's and my second triplets. It seems, though, that Harriet here is not one to sleep easy. She's always,"Lilly gave a tired sigh as the child leaned forward more to try and grab at Elrohir," She always has these nightmare's. I mean, these are very harsh nightmare's. Sometimes she wont eat for a day because the nightmare's are so terrible." Lilly sighed again.
"Come Elrond ," said Lilly with a laugh,"I'll show you around."
Lilly had shown Elrond and the twins around while Gandalf and James talked for many hours. Gandalf knew of horrible things to happen, yet he did not know what. All he knew was it was to happen to this family. He mentioned this to James while James playfully shot back that was painfully obvious with the dark lord after them all, mostly because of the knew born dotter, Harriet.
The twin's had woke to see the commotion was all about, a hour after Harriet had fallen into a deep slumber and was now in Lilly's lap resting as she sat on the porch with the others watching the twins play tag with each other. The two Potter twins, a boy and girl, had smile's on their face's once they saw the other pair of twins.
The boy, Morlinde Kuru Potter, had dark brown hair, shine's of green made their way into his hair, while his deep blue eyes looked like the midnight skies. But his twin, the girl, could not look anymore different. She had flaming hair, like her mother, yet it had a blue tint to it, and she had dark brown eyes that would turn black when she was angered.
"Mama!"squealed Morlinde Potter making everybody stop what their doing. The twins looked at them in growing curiosity - obviously they expected the pare to look exactly the same like them self's- and Lilly and James smiled while they walked a bit wobbly over to them.
"Mama!"he repeated while the girl put her thumb into her mouth and waved her other hand around. James picked her up and she quickly started her favourite habit with her father-while not disguised in his human form- pulling at the long strands of black hair that was tinted with a dark blue, darker then his eldest dotters.
"Do you wish to play with you're cousins?"she said pointing to Elladan and Elrohir who were watching in mild curiosity and hopefulness. The boy looked to his sister and after a silent agreement, nodded in a yes manor.
"Well,"laughed James,"Go on and play!"
The two twin's stumbled over to the slightly Elder children. Soon they were frolicking around playing and rolling about.
Hours went by and the sun soon shed it's evening colours across the sky, kissing it for one last time, before the velvet blanket of night was put upon the late nights sky, a full moon coming up from he rolling mountains and many thin clouds hanging about it condensing it's light while stars appeared light bugs.
The two younger twins had retired to their beds hours ago, worn out by Ellador and Elrohir, they decided a nice nap was in order before play again.
Suddenly, startling them out of the thick silence that had waded threw their group, their was a howl of some kind of animal. It hung threw the air in a eerie sort of fashion as the moon waded lazily among many spooky clouds.
"Come,"said James, his dominator suddenly changed from fatherly love to his dotter, to a serious kind of protector,"Dangerous things creep about in the darkness. Things we all do not want to meet or become." And, finishing his harsh line's, he loosely slung a arm around Lilly's waist and started walking in, only stopping to beckon them in.
The child, her green eyes widening as a scream of a wounded Animal shrieked in the air, started to whimper. The howls and scream's were getting closer by the second.
James locked the door and turned with a smile,"lets get to bed our self's," he nodded to Lilly who grabbed Eldron's hand and told them to fallow, soon showing them the gust rooms. Eldron's two twin boys slept with him, not used to the different setting and definitely scared by the noise, and Gandalf slept in a room across from that.
All of them didn't know that this was the last time they would be together.
All of them, that is, except for Lilly. . . ~~~~5 months later - Eldron and Gandalf with the twins left-~~~~~
Rain fell hard onto smoking pieces of wood and brick, which had been charred to blackened soot from an obvious fire.
Above, seen through the hazy veil of clouds that were hanging, lazily, out in the night sky, moving across it, stopping its rays for very few minutes was the full moon shining harder than ever.
Mist drifted slightly above the dirt road, and people made their way cautiously over to the rubble that was once a house.
A sudden noise caught their attention, and they looked up and down the street to see what was coming. Seeing nothing, they looked up in time to see a huge motorcycle crash down in front of them, causing frightened screams and shouts to erupt from the people as the turned and ran back to their homes.
Sirius Black jumped off the motorcycle easily, landing on the ground. He was stoutly built, with shoulder length, pitch black hair, and dark blue eyes that were widened with horror and despair as they took in the frightening sight before them.
Taking a few steps forward, he mouthed wordlessly, before a choked sob erupted form his throat, and he blindly ran forward, stumbling over scattered pieces of rubble.
"James, Lilly!" he shouted in desperation as he dug though some rubble just beyond where the entryway would have been.
After a frenzy of desperate searching, he fell to the ground sobbing, his heart ached; his shoulders sagged with the weight of a great loss, and he let out a howl of anger. But it all stopped.
Looking up with his cloudy eyes full of pain, his moist cheeks red, his ears perked for any noise that he thought, if might not of imagined, he heard. Their, to his left, came the sound again.
He slowly climbed to his legs that felt oddly like lead, his arms dangling limply by his sides, tears still streaking down his face as he took on a look of hope.
Silence filled the air, only filling his heart with dread. Giving up hope after about two minutes, he sighed, coughing as another bout of sobs came and his heart clenched painfully.
As he turned, he fell, causing several other things to fall, revealing a hand. Tanned and large, with a ring on one finger, was the hand of James Potter. With a strangled cry, he lashed out, and pulled at it, causing the body of his dead friend to come up. Eyes halfway open, unseeing and not living, his messy hair tainted with dust from the rubble, mouth open a curse right on the edge of his lips, was James Potter. Sirius gazed with blank shock, his heart once again clenching tightly, as he looked toward the body.
Slowly, he buried his face in the crock of the cold neck, and cried in pain. No longer would he be able to go about the halls of Hogwarts with his three friends, no longer would he be able to play pranks, no longer would his life be the same, nor his other friends-wait. "Friend my ass," he growled, his face coming out of James' cloak, revealing a now grey tinged face from the dirt, blotched with tears, his eyes cloudy, but no tears escaping, and hair more a mess.
"Peter you will pay," his lips trembled as he put the body down, and clutched his hands together,"DO YOU HEAR ME!" he shouted, the rain pouring down on him like tears from the elves themselves, "DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU!" his yells and shouts became mere whispers and sobs, as he lowered himself from his now standing position. A cry once again erupted behind him. He looked back. Again, another shriek went into the night sky. Not waiting to hear for another, he headed toward the wails falling and tripping, until falling onto something cold, and slightly squishy.
Lifting his face, he looked down in horror, his breathing coming out in mere gasps. Their, chalk white hair spread out, and hers pointer seeming, was Lilly Evens Potter. He backed away, staring at the lifeless green eyes, until falling backward over a stub of wood. Another persistent cry came.
He ignored it. Sitting there, comprehending this, he just gasped deeply, trying to stop his head from its constant spinning, and get a hold of himself.
"The girl," he swung his head around seeing a cloaked figure, "You must get the girl." His voice was calm and soothing, a lot like Lilly's was-that is, when she wasn't yelling at you. "W. . wha?" he said, trying to climb clumsily to his feet, "who... wha... are you a death eater," he was now on his feet, which were spread out, looking ready to attack. "Cause... if you are I'll..." he let the threat hang.
"No. I am but of friend. I need to to get the girl. I need you to teach her of the magical ways. And I need her to have a good home," answered the figure. He looked at the figure, a male from the sound of it, blankly, "bu. . . she's dead." He pointed to Lilly."
"No. Harry," said the man. Sirius was sure he was smiling. You could practically hear it in his sweet bell like voice. "Harry," he breathed, and looked to the crying. There not far away, was a small bundle of blankets in blue burnt clothes, was Harry James E. Potter. Stumbling over to her, he picked her up; and, she immediately stopped crying. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, rocking her back and forth. Looking down at the child he frowned. She had a cut on her head that was bleeding.
"Then-," he looked back to see nothing but air and rubble. He jerked his head about; but, seeing nothing, got up on weak legs, only to hear, "'Eh Sirius. Wha' yeah doing' 'err? Yeah noticed* sniff* wha happen' to Lilly an James the'?"
He swung his head around to see Hagrid, the Hogwarts game keeper, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts school. But you will learn more about that in another story. "Y. . yes," he said in a shaky breath.
Hagrid heaved a great sigh and nodded, "We'h den'." He took a few minutes to blow his nose and wipe his eyes, "I. . . I miss' well be taken' 'Arry to Dumbledore. . . . poor Lilly an James. . . . Poor, poor Harry." he let out a howl as Sirius tried to get his attention.' "Take her to Dumbledore?" he asked blankly, "Why?"
"Dumbledore sa' he's go' specific orders from da minister o' magic to bring her there. He 'ad been yellen' against this for hours. Finally 'ad to sa' yes."
'Sirius cringed at the thought. Dumbledore, when angry, was very frightening. He slowly shook his head, "No Hagrid. . .I ...I cant. I. . let me take Harry."
'Hagrid seemed to be pondering the question, before shaking his head, "No Sirius I can' Dumbledore sa' I was spose' to brin' Arry to 'em."
'"Please," begged Sirius, looking into the giant man's beetle black eyes with a pleading look, "Please let me keep her!"
'"Well," said Hagrid. He frowned. The yes was right at the tip of his tongue; but, then he shook his head, "No Sirius. I mus' give Arry to Dumbledore. I mus'."
Sighing, Sirius looked down to the baby, whose green eyes were looking up at him with such innocence that he had to look away.
"Your right Hagrid," he said in a cracked voice. Then he forced himself to look down to Harry, "I promise I'll see you again, my little Harry."
He handed the little bundle of blankets to Hagrid with a heavy heart. Hagrid took them and was just about to leave when he shouted,"Wait!" turning, Hagrid saw Sirius pointing to his motorcycle. "I. . . . I wont need it anymore." 'Nodding, Hagrid got on, "Than'you Sirius. I'll be here to return it."
'"I won't need it anymore," said Sirius, as Hagrid took off. He watched them disappear into the cloudy night sky before looking back down, rain still pounding on him. "Trust me I won't need it."'
Slowly he trekked off into the crowded streets, sirens filling the air, and different shouts and screams.
"I will have my revenge," he growled out and a near by pass-buyer looked at him strangely, "I will get you Peter. I will. Ready or not . ." ***
Later on, when the bodies were told to be all found, a little boy frowned, his brow and looked up to a woman in witch's attire his blue eyes searching her green one's while he played with a strand of black hair.
He whispered, "What about Harry?"
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His leg's pumped as his exhausted body ran on only adrenaline. Had he been imagining the people taking chase of him and throwing every spell they knew his way he wouldn't even be able to stand up, but as it was he wasn't. Their really were wizards, their wands brandishing high in the air, quickly taking after him.
Sirius supposed he did look like a murder in their eye's, the way he had laughed when Peter killed those people. He didn't count how many. 15? 11? How many lives? He had spotted on face, though, one face stood out. A little girl had been smiling, holding her mothers hand. She had dark hair, and green eyes, that stood out in the navy blue sailor dress she wore. Oh how that could be little Hanna in a few years. Holding to her mothers hand, laughing, crying - anything but being alone. That was what she was. And so was he.
He finely made it to his destination, the wizards left far behind was unknown to him for the fact he couldn't get the ringing out of his head nor the face of the little girl away from his eyes. He had been so pre - occupied with his thoughts, he had almost ran passed the house.
He posed and ran up to the definitely expensive place. Quickly he range the bell. And again and again until finely, the brown hair werewolf stood in front of him.
"Sirius!" said the man in surprise,"Come in, quick!"
He must of looked like hell, Remus Lupin normally didn't get that bent so easily. Passing by a mirror he studied himself. His hair was in a odd tangled mess, his face and close in dirty, while his robe's were in tatters. Blood came from a head wound and several other place's as his eye began to bruise from a punch a certainty wizard had sent to him.
"Sit down and don't move. Who did this!?"Remus had a medwitch kit out. It would of been funny if James were their, if they Ministry wasn't after him, if everything had went well. They'd be laughing right now-
"Don't think about James,"He found himself thinking,"Don't think about young children crying out for their mothers, don't think about you're best friends body stiff in you're arms, don't think about the pain of the Potter family. Just. Don't. Think."
And that was exactly what he did.
He did not think as Remus fixed him up, he did not think as he told Remus- like some one under a strong Veritaserum, potion- what had happened, he did not think as he held Remus's shaking body, he didn't think as the Ministry wizards burst in the door and grabbed Remus. He just didn't think. But then, after the court adjourned and he had been silenced to ten years in Azkaban for attempt of murder, being of a suspect in several things, and a braking minor laws such as flying a illegal motorcycle on a none cloudy night, or non wizard condition,and speeding.
Remus, though, only had one month in regular prison, for this he was glad. He, too, was now a suspect and was convicted for helping a criminal in a crime. For this he did not protest, nor did he agree to. He just looked at Sirius in a gaze that was not met.
But Sirius thought, as they rode the boat over to the towering gloom of Azkaban, of laughing best friends, who would play around in the Forbidden Forest on full moons, and would play pranks on Mc.Gonagall, who would pick fights with any Slytherin that angered them, for trying to be cool and act like they knew all that. Three best friends who played Quidditch together, laughed together, ate together, shared their sorrow together, fell in love together, who grew up together.
And, when they closed his cell door, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
For the first time,in years, he cried alone. For the fist time, in years, they could not cry together.
